[Verse I]

I‘m not just spitting out some neat shit

Fulfilling my uniqueness swipe done to peep this

Creating magic like a deep kiss he is out for the crown

Alone in his zone beating up the weakness

See this as completeness in form of a poet born and raised a genius

Divotees growing like a fetus, truths be needless as core thesis

Heat is there to spread, ah my bars are bullets from a gat

Greed is lethal, so you dead, my scars are build up on a threat

Set in stone, we forget that we be actin like a clone

Regret has been known and got repressed by the numbers on your phone

Social media has shown me life can be stressed out and lonely

I strive to flesh out the phoney this is real vs. effigies like Fat Toni

Imma master of ceremony, while you a disaster that cares only

About the money on the table, the world needs honey but your maple

Flowebees useful like a cable, bars for days and my brain‘s still stable

A world full of fable cards on the table, cuz I'm speaking the truth

What i seek in the booth is being able to speak from the point where the youth is

[HOOK]

You thinking that this world is simple, but it‘s not

You know that the chance is slim, doe the bar is up

Don’t give a fuck, fuck life right on the spot

Keep it real all the fake a simple no-go, tight flows I got

[Verse II]

So as it might goes my tight flows destroy the ozone layer

This might shows that flow sprays like a full grown sprayer

Say ya prayer at the crack of doom I wish you good luck

With lack of fume and creed in me you just stay hood stuck

Stack of boom piled up ‘til the shit explodes

Lack of me free your soul and clip the notes

Split the goats I boogie with their coats

Hit the notes like dick is in her throat

Lit from coke stick with what you wrote

Clit I gloat, pick a route or better let it be

Spit is gold, rhymes unfold, this is my destiny

Test me G, but you won‘t come to an end

Flowetry the prodigy ain't here to pretend

Being heaven sent it‘s hell where I spent

Most of my time, hell is earth and our spine

So I‘m taking mine to put it in a tight position

Mic is wishin‘, I wouldn't keep swishin‘

Intuitions flawless

My visions lawless

Like Christopher Wallace

[HOOK]

You thinking that this world is simple, but it‘s not

You know that the chance is slim, doe the bar is up

Don’t give a fuck, fuck life right on the spot

Keep it real all the fake a simple no-go, tight flows I got

[Verse III]

I write it down to hold it up, sentimental stuck

Probably of givin' a fuck, driven with luck

Sippin‘ it up, pourin‘ it down, Rap struck, hunger on the crown

God leave me alone, got heaven on the phone

Sent me to my zone, never been a clone or a loner

Livin‘ near cologne the perfect mixture of a stoner

And a poet, grown cyclone hold your mind cuz I will blow it

The lowest country, Flwtry highest state

Never meant to wait, elevate like Dwayne Wade

The big G is bloody like a drained steak

Imma trained Drake, sustained hate

Your fake like a paincake, my trait eatin‘ food from your plate

Mutatin‘ to rap‘s flake, Net‘s break, bad stake, good weight

Procerity's what hell made well baked, for fucks sake

I leave you shaked like a earthquake

Since my birth date, brimmin‘ with murth

Ached written turf tape, straight spittin‘

Superior Great Britain outtake

The great FLWTRY, Imma G.O.A.T. with fate in poetry

The great FLWTRY, Imma G.O.A.T. with fate in poetry